How I ended up breeding everyone’s wife!

The year is 2030. The government wants us to breed. The population was dwindling. The women can choose off course who they mate with.

When the government agent came to my sister cousin to council to have more children. She replied, “But Sir, my husband is a dud.” A dud is for someone’s sperm who don’t fertilize children in women’s egg. Women’s egg rejects them.

Only the few who have mutated gene are immune to this disruption.

The government’s aim is to make every able couple to sustain at least 3 children. For the second one they subject that she can use artificial insemination. Or they asked if she has a male cousin who can donate sperm? Government provide genetic counseling. Abortion is legal, can test genetic in just a few weeks.

But this is not forced on the poor, only the middle class. Who have their own business and afford children’s. My cousin wants to buy a second home and start restruant and store business. The can’t grow their wealth without growing their population, family members.

So my cousin sister had stores. My friend’s got a sushi business. My other friend got roofing business in Canada. We now have smilier enforcement across different nations.

Your little sister is

“Your little sister is ready to pop her cherry.”

Ethnic Kayin girls at her age, when they begins to go through puberty, they’re bedded with their older cousins to tame their sexual desires. It’s one of the way in which tribal indigenous people look after another.

The guys friends my age are looking at me with envy. “This motherfucker, he gets to fucks his hot cousin”